On Monday, we woke up to 8 inches of snow. It was the heavy, wet stuff that covered every twig on every branch and piled up high on the bird bath so that it looked like a beautiful white cake on a pedestal plate. By the afternoon, most of it had melted. Yesterday and today were warm and sunny, near 60 degrees and the moisture from the day before had coaxed little green blades of grass to peek up from the ground. The week has been going well. Luke and Em are in school (their spring break is next week), Dan is traveling, and Joe and I are both busy -- me with work, running the other two kids around and my usual volunteer duties, and Joe with dentist and ortho appointments, programming a new laptop and catching up with friends. In between, we've managed to meet for cups of coffee, usual at our kitchen table, and yesterday we both came from opposite ends of town to meet at our favorite sandwich shop. We feasted on the sub sandwiches and diet Dr. Pepper for me, Sprite for him. I finally got to ask all the important questions -- where is your roomate from, does he have brothers and sisters, what's his major and does he study much, what do you usually have to eat in the cafeteria, what are your new friends like, how many times have you really done laundry since you've been up there (twice, when he ran out of clothes). We even talked some more about his classes and profs and who he likes, doesn't like. He seems to like just about everything. When the hour was up, we both ran off in separate directions. This afternoon, after the younger two got home from school, the boys and I were stretched out in the living room while Em was playing on the computer. In hushed tones, they spilled the beans on some things they have observed about her -- music she's listening to that she shouldn't be -- and admonished me for letting her stay on the computer too long and talk on the phone too much. I listened, exhausted, but with interest. Ten years ago I thought it divine intervention that we were blessed with a third baby, and a girl at that. Lately, I'm thinking that God is having the last laugh, and it's a cruel joke to have a pre-menopausal almost-50-year-old sharing a house with a pre-pubescent almost 10-going-on-16-year-old. Some days, when the hormones are running rampant, I wonder which one of us is going to be knocked down first. Tonight, I went to my book club meeting, (we are officially the Book Bags), where we discussed When Crickets Cry, by Charles Martin. Lynne did a review on this book months ago and I loved it. So did all the other Book Bags. Our selection for next month is Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. Since there was a "buy one get one half off" deal at Border's, I also picked up Elizabeth Berg's Dream When You're Feeling Blue. So, I have two brand new books to add to my ever-growing stack, and all is right with the world. I think I'll call it a night.